If I leave here tomorrow Would you still remember me? For I must be traveling on, now 'Cause there's too many places I must see If I stayed here with
I can still remember, I was eight years old The first time that I picked her up, little did I know She's taken me to places that I've never been Did my
I was born a travelin' man, that's all I'll ever be Moving around from town to town is what makes me so free My father was a trucker for the years of
There's a story to tell about days of old A man and his gun, a street fighter, I'm told There's one in every town, tryin' to make himself a name If he
This is a story 'bout livin' A tale of a long hard road Ain't a whole lot of misgiving's Of the things that I thought I sowed My daddy was a real hard
I've always lived my life like a gypsy I can't imagine myself settlin' down So please don't ask me to give up this life I lead 'Cause I love to feel those
Uhh huh That's right, oo Missy was a real fine looker Always had an eye for the boys Man I always wanted to book that girl An' play around with some